It’s the day of the beast And the final dish at the feast Has just been served and eaten And now it’s time for my speech Though a man of science Whose anatomy shouldn’t work I’m a man of few words without lips But with tongue in cheek and shining bones
This is the age of the mass population The indoctrination of a herd unheard Who spent too much time whining about…
Satan! Now you got your wish Your meet and greet with Satan! What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway? Hauling drunken ass fat hypocrites To the halls of the dreaming dead
Oh well I guess it isn’t that bad in hell When you don’t think of it in terms of wages There are perks of the trade As a henchman of the dead As a collector of all things that perish I get to take your last breath!
Satan! Now you got your wish Your meet and greet with Satan!
And as the feast is at an end I chime the bell for those I send Back to the shore of unsure reality With Satan!
El Giftus Satanus! The gift that keeps on giving Whether you’re dead whether you’re living El Giftus Satanus! Never wrapped never topped with a bow But hidden torn asunder ‘neath the snow
Now you got your wish Your meet and greet in the fire Now you got your wish Your meet and greet with the devil! …With Satan!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.